Home

We are home, and mostly unpacked. Beast is mowing the very shaggy lawn. I should go switch laundry instead of blogging and facebooking.

Sparky? He's here. He's in Deep Shit, but we brought him home. It's not anything that couldn't be resolved with the use of two very specific words, as he has been reminded several times by his father.

I'm not speaking to him. {edit 5:30 p.m.: all is resolved}

But otherwise, we had a great trip, with only one lost pillow as a casualty. I'm looking forward to not needed to eat Benedryl every day to make it through the night.

And see: I faffed about long enough that Beast just came in and is changing the laundry around. I suck; Beast rocks.